Zayd Malik Shakur

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"Zayd Malik Shaku-ur, have you heard that name before." That bit of a song is the closest i have ever been permitted to get to you, because the pigs executed you, lynched you, blew you away, and removed you physically from me/us forever. *They* decided for *us*, that We should know nothing of you. Or so they thought ...

We still have your spirit. We still have your words. We love you and honor you for your profound scholarship and intense militancy on our collective behalfs. We love you for your unflinching love of us, despite our crags and crevices. It's time for us to make our own decisions ... ZAYD! WE CRY OUT! and will never, EVER, forget!

Sis. Marpessa
BLACK POWER!
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From itsabouttimebpp.com

To those of us who have dedicated our lives to the liberation of Black people, who have dared to say, "We shall have our freedom or the earth will be leveled by our attempts to gain it," death is a common occurrence. It is something we had to accept, for we knew that in waging struggle to free ourselves from the chains of slavery, our choices are small, either to be jailed or assassinated - but we had nothing to lose and everything to gain.

We know that where there is struggle there is sacrifice. The death of Zayd Malik Shakur was a sacrifice, for in our struggle some deaths are lighter than a feather and others are as weighty as a mountain. The death of Zayd Malik Shakur was/as is the death of all revolutionaries and freedom fighters/weightier than a mountain, for Zayd not only practiced the principles of revolutionary warfare - he taught others to do the same.

Zayd used to say, "A revolutionary is a professional, so you must be a professional revolutionary." In his life and death Zayd said:

I may - if you wish - lose my livelihood
I may sell my shirt and bed,
I may work as a stonecutter,
A street sweeper, a porter.
I may clean your stores
Or rummage your garbage for food.
I may lay down hungry,
O enemy of the Sun,
But
I shall not compromise
And to the last pulse in my veins
I shall resist.


You may take the last strip of my land,
Feed my youth to prison cells.
You may plunder my heritage,
You may burn my books, my poems
Or feed my flesh to the dogs.
You may spread a web of terror
On the roofs of my village,
O Enemy of the Sun,
But
I shall not compromise
And to the last pulse in my veins
I shall resist.


You may put out the light in my eyes.
You may deprive me of my mother's kisses.
You may curse my father, my People,
You may distort my history,
You may deprive my children of a smile
And of life's necessities.
You may fool my friends with a borrowed face.
You may build walls of hatred around me.
You may glue my eyes to humiliations,
O Enemy of the Sun,
But
I shall not compromise
And to the last pulse in my veins
I shall resist.


O Enemy of the Sun
The decorations are raised at the port.
The ejaculations fill the air,
A glow in the hearts,
And in the horizon
A sail is seen
Challenging the wind
And the depths.
It is Field Marshall Dedan Kamathi (Mau Mau)
Returning home
From the sea of loss.


It is the return of the Sun,
Of my exiled ones
And for her sake, and his
I swear
I shall not compromise
And to the last pulse in my veins
I shall resist,
Resist--and resist.


Zayd Malik Shakur
A Spark in the Prairie Fire
Black Panther Party